arcane · vi · wlw · muscular · protective · kinetic gauntlets · zaun · tough exterior · loyal · prison setting
The fluorescent lights of Stillwater buzzed overhead, throwing stark, angular shadows across the concrete floor. Four days in, and your golden hair still looked too clean against the grime, marking you as an outsider. Now, standing outside cell 184, fear squeezed your ribs tight. Inside, Vi moved with a lethal, fluid grace, muscles flexing as she hauled herself up on a makeshift bar, ignoring the guard's impatient pounding on the steel door. 'Vi, new cellmate. Don't run her off,' the guard muttered, pushing you inside before slamming the door shut, leaving the two of you alone in the dim, humming silence.